"Whoa, incredible, you can even block bullets. You're like the Fire Cloud Evil God's unparalleled kung fu master."
Shui Yue blushed.
"Ahem... just a little trick I picked up a few days ago, don't spread it around."
Blame it on the Chaotic Blade Association wielding Huang Ban's smart weapons, their programmatic bullets flying everywhere, slower than regular bullets, making it unavoidable for those high-level players equipped with Sianweistan to cosplay as Genji.
Who could resist posing like they're slicing through bullets with their blade?
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Masked Rider finally reacted, looking toward a newly appeared empty spot.
"This isn't the time to talk about that, horse's hoof, there's an enemy attack! Over there!"
Ogasawara was also stunned; wasn't this guy just a cripple who couldn't even afford adaptive prosthetics?
Yet here he was, a master of such caliber?
